Streets of France

A long pathway on the bridge in France, people enjoying themselves as they walk making their way across. With cold weather and no leaves on the trees hinting at end of fall with rainy weather and beginning of the winter season.

Sona Manoukian Art

Sona was born in Yerevan, Armenia in 1970 in a family of artists that nurtured her creative and artistic imagination—which led to her attending and graduating Erevan State of Theatrical Art Academy from 1988-1992. In Armenia, Sona was chosen out of hundreds of artists to compete in the independence painting for Armenia's first stamp--at a young age, Sona came in 2nd to talented seasoned artists. In 1996, Sona moved to Boston, MA to start a family, and has recently begun launching her art line throughout the world.

Sona has painted close to 100 pieces of art since moving to America and continues to grow her company and artistic style every year.

Sona has held many Art Exhibits throughout the Greater Boston Area and continues to grow and expand her art!

Artist Statement:

Growing up in a family full of artists it was almost pre-destined that I too become an artist. Drawing and painting gives me a sense of peace within a hectic, busy world. Moving from Armenia to Boston, MA, adjusting to a new lifestyle, raising a family, and adapting to an American lifestyle began to take over my life. Adjusted to life in America with children all grown up now, I picked up my art again. Slowly but surely places, people, ideas, and moments in time began to take a life of their own on my canvas. My paintings range from my own past and personal history, to my hopes and dreams for the future. I have many paintings dedicated to Armenia and Armenian culture because I never want to forget where I’m from. Armenia is a beautiful country and to have the talent to depict that through art is a gift from God, one that I certainly can’t pass up. I have many cities, events, scenes pulled from nature that I would love to someday see in person or at times imagine myself in. My children often tell me a story that they learned in school or places they want to visit, slowly one idea leads to a next and I’m sketching out the Grand Canal in Venice, or a scene from a play that I myself wrote through brush strokes and vibrant hues. The world around me fades away as I sit in front of my easel. I can be anyone or anything I wish to be as long as I’m seated in front of my canvas. Many of my oil paints are vibrant yellows and reds, greens and oranges. I need that warmth and fire to bring images and places to life. I’ve walked through the streets of Italy, France, and Georgia. I have sailed the oceans, directed plays and recitals with ease. All through a brush, my dreams and ambitions have come true.